Hidden Wings (Will be undergoing MAJOR EDITING)

Hidden Wings Ch1

CHAPTER 1

"Hey Sui! You're gonna be late for school!" Pops shouted while banging on my bedroom door. "Yeah, I'm on it," I said sleepily. I checked my wall clock; it was almost 7 o'clock. School always starts at 8:30. It takes less than twenty minutes to get there without traffic, and more than forty minutes with it.

It's not like I look forward to school each day. The same thing always happens anyway. It's rather-"Sulitha Emily Winters! Get up this instant or I won't drop you off!"-boring. But that got me out of bed. I hurriedly rolled across my bed then a loud thud resounded in my room as I fell to the wooden floor. Rubbing my sides, I jumped up and went straight for the blue bathroom. I quickly showered, put on a blue shirt and my favorite denim pants then headed downstairs without further ado.

Red was already washing his plate when I entered the kitchen- dining room. He's tall, with red-brown hair and amber eyes that match his creamy-pale and flawless skin. He turned to look at me with his usual morning greeting then cleared his throat quite loud. "Nice hairdo," he teased my tangled, dripping-wet hair. "...Not like it's the first time you've seen it. Besides, it's been in worse situations before," I retorted. He replied with a forced chuckle. I eased myself in front of the table and immediately helped myself with two ham-n-egg sandwiches and a mug of hot chocolate.

Pops barely has the time to learn and cook a nice meal, so it's my older brother, Red, who always prepares breakfast for us. He is a really good cook and could actually make a delicious full course meal. Luckily, Pops doesn't know that due to his late working hours. If he did, I just can't imagine how poor we could get if he bought expensive ingredients and utensils; and how worked-up Red would be if Pops tells him to cook every meal time.

I finished up the last of my sandwich after ten minutes. I never liked lingering when eating; it lessens the taste. So whenever I talk, or take more than twenty minutes to finish a meal, you should assume that I didn't like it.

I went up the stairs and headed for the bathroom again. I spaced out as I brushed my teeth in front of the mirror. After five minutes, I headed to my room for my final touches. Turning to my full-length mirror, I combed my long, messy, pitch-black hair while humming a random tune. I pulled at the tangles until they gave way and finally loosened. Feeling content with the smoothness, I placed the comb in my bag.

I would never put on any make-up, even though I'm turning eighteen in a few days. Almost every girl my age has her own set of the colorful face paints (that's what I call it). I promised myself I wouldn't bother putting some on, just to end up looking like a clown. Believe me, I won't take any chances. It doesn't feel important anyway.

I stared at my charcoal eyes in the mirror. Realizing that I had one eyelash longer than the others, I took out my 'special-pair-of-scissors' from my 'special-little-drawer' and cut it even. After having been satisfied with my eyelashes, I took a very small bottle, containing valuable liquid, from that same little drawer. I opened it, looked up, and placed a drop on each of my eyes. Blinking twice, I then stared at my eyes in the mirror. They were now sparkly and glimmering like glass. If anyone stared at them too long, they'd notice that my eyes are dazzling, period! 'Cause if there was one part in my body that I wish to beautify, it'd be my eyes. They are very important communicators. When all else fails, communication is always possible with my eyes.

I trusted my eyes most during the complications that passed my life. For instance, when I was nine, a really stupid guy purposely pulled my hair very, very hard and I stood dumbstruck, unable to shout at him. I was so angry that my eyes literally became so fierce that he fled (literally!). My precious eyes haven't once failed me whenever I was in a tight situation.

After my final touches, I put on my backpack and skipped downstairs to meet with Red and Pops, who obviously fried their butts on the porch bench waiting for me. I gave them both my sweetest grin to return their 'what-took-you-so-long' stares. I opened my mouth to explain when Red interrupted me. "I don't wanna know what you did to your eyes," he snapped without meeting them. "Kay," I said with my grin still stretching from ear to ear.